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Local infamous people..
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I think everytown has someone that everyone knows, kind of like a local 'weirdo' almost, so who is your towns local strange person?
Here in the harrogate area we all know Rudy (wingnut i sure you know who i mean), he used to have a giant crucifix round his neck though he hasnt had thay for a while, and he thinks he's god, his jacked says 'rudy is god' on it... sometimes he has a spoon round his neck, and occassionally some binoculars. When its summer he sometimes even has a microphone and a speaker & sings 'who let the dogs out'.. he can be a bit scary sometimes, but you usually see him in town everyday. sometimes he sits in the middle of the street looking at the sky..
so who do you have in your town??
Here in the harrogate area we all know Rudy (wingnut i sure you know who i mean), he used to have a giant crucifix round his neck though he hasnt had thay for a while, and he thinks he's god, his jacked says 'rudy is god' on it... sometimes he has a spoon round his neck, and occassionally some binoculars. When its summer he sometimes even has a microphone and a speaker & sings 'who let the dogs out'.. he can be a bit scary sometimes, but you usually see him in town everyday. sometimes he sits in the middle of the street looking at the sky..
so who do you have in your town??
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There's a guy in Ipswich who walks around the town talking to his invisible friend. That might not be particularly unusual (I walk around the house having conversations with myself, using two different names, all of the time) but what is definitely weird is that this guy looks exactly the same as when I first saw him about 45 years ago. He hasn't aged a single day!
In the small town where I live, we've got Cyril. He's a lovely old boy who dresses flamboyantly and always talks about himself in the third person. (e.g. "Cyril doesn't like that". "Cyril wonders if you'll buy him a drink"). He carries a mandolin everywhere he goes, even though he can hardly play it. He gets away with all sorts of things, such as "accidentally" picking up someone else's drink, or their change, from the bar. Even when his hand "accidentally" makes contact with a member of the opposite sex, everyone (including the local police) just smiles and says 'It's only Cyril'. He plays the simpleton with an expertise which few professional actors could match but, when you get to know him, he's actually incredibly intelligent.
I used to work at a railway station where one of our regular passengers was an Afro-Caribbean lady who wore brightly coloured clothes and loved singing and dancing on the platforms, sometime for hours. Inexperienced staff would be perplexed and wonder whether to call the Transport Police. Those of us 'in the know' simply took her in our arms and danced with her, all of the way to the exit!
Chris
In the small town where I live, we've got Cyril. He's a lovely old boy who dresses flamboyantly and always talks about himself in the third person. (e.g. "Cyril doesn't like that". "Cyril wonders if you'll buy him a drink"). He carries a mandolin everywhere he goes, even though he can hardly play it. He gets away with all sorts of things, such as "accidentally" picking up someone else's drink, or their change, from the bar. Even when his hand "accidentally" makes contact with a member of the opposite sex, everyone (including the local police) just smiles and says 'It's only Cyril'. He plays the simpleton with an expertise which few professional actors could match but, when you get to know him, he's actually incredibly intelligent.
I used to work at a railway station where one of our regular passengers was an Afro-Caribbean lady who wore brightly coloured clothes and loved singing and dancing on the platforms, sometime for hours. Inexperienced staff would be perplexed and wonder whether to call the Transport Police. Those of us 'in the know' simply took her in our arms and danced with her, all of the way to the exit!
Chris
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Ummmm's suggestion that Rudy might be his/her father reminds me of my late father. He didn't really qualify as a 'weirdo' but he could be incredibly embarrassing at times. He had a love of Gilbert and Sullivan and could burst into song at any time.
Imagine the scene: There I was, at 14 years old, sitting in the front seats of the top deck of a bus, with my Dad. I knew that a group of my school 'friends' were sitting at the back of the bus. At that age, just being seen going into town with your Dad is bad enough but, of course, my Dad had to make things a thousand times worse. He decided that it was an appropriate time to start singing. He had the entire repertoire of Gilbert and Sullivan to choose from. He could have chosen the military 'I am the very model of a modern major general'. He could have chosen the comic 'A policeman's lot is not a happy one'. But no, I had to sit with my father, in front of my friends, as he burst into 'They call me buttercup, dear little buttercup'!
Chris
Ummmm's suggestion that Rudy might be his/her father reminds me of my late father. He didn't really qualify as a 'weirdo' but he could be incredibly embarrassing at times. He had a love of Gilbert and Sullivan and could burst into song at any time.
Imagine the scene: There I was, at 14 years old, sitting in the front seats of the top deck of a bus, with my Dad. I knew that a group of my school 'friends' were sitting at the back of the bus. At that age, just being seen going into town with your Dad is bad enough but, of course, my Dad had to make things a thousand times worse. He decided that it was an appropriate time to start singing. He had the entire repertoire of Gilbert and Sullivan to choose from. He could have chosen the military 'I am the very model of a modern major general'. He could have chosen the comic 'A policeman's lot is not a happy one'. But no, I had to sit with my father, in front of my friends, as he burst into 'They call me buttercup, dear little buttercup'!
Chris
Years ago in Leicester City centre there was this old chap who played the mouth organ, he would suddenly jump out on you and blow it right down your ear frightening the living daylights out out you. This was when i was about 11-15 and most people my age remember him. I assume he died long long ago now, bless him!
All the so-called crazy people in my neck of the woods had the prefix"Mad" before their first name.
Mad Pete was forever pushing a bicycle around swearing at people.
Mad Mary talked to herself and caught invisible insects in the air then peeked at them through the tiny opening in her cupped hands.
Mad Ray I once saw while i was standing at the local cinema entrance waiting for the previous group of people to exit.He ran out anxiously clutching his chest and said,
"Arrrgh! They got me" then fell forward,rolled down the concrete cinema steps into the gutter then got up,brushed himself off,straightened his hat and walked off. I thought obviously he'd been watching a western movie but there weren't any showing that day.
Mad jack used to swear at passers-by non-stop then run after people swinging his two walking sticks.Mind you, his outbursts were fuelled by alchohol.
Mad Pete was forever pushing a bicycle around swearing at people.
Mad Mary talked to herself and caught invisible insects in the air then peeked at them through the tiny opening in her cupped hands.
Mad Ray I once saw while i was standing at the local cinema entrance waiting for the previous group of people to exit.He ran out anxiously clutching his chest and said,
"Arrrgh! They got me" then fell forward,rolled down the concrete cinema steps into the gutter then got up,brushed himself off,straightened his hat and walked off. I thought obviously he'd been watching a western movie but there weren't any showing that day.
Mad jack used to swear at passers-by non-stop then run after people swinging his two walking sticks.Mind you, his outbursts were fuelled by alchohol.
Couple round Manchester, there's a lil old man who walks around with one of those wheelie shopping trolleys with a stereo on top blaring out cheesy music.
There used to be a guy who was always round about outside Boots on Market Street playing his guitar with far more enthusiasm than musical ability bless him and singing. He was a bit of an institution but not seen him for ages now.
Aberystwyth was the wierdest, so so many there though I suppose you noticed them more as it was such a small place.
There was a guy who used to used to go and fight the waves during a storm with a big cardbord tube, used to scare me silly as it was so dangerous. Not sure if it was the same guy but one used to go and do some martial art kind of stuff on the beach then "amuse himself" then fall flat on his face, get up and start again!
There was a guy who used to get into female rooms in halls of residence and sit on their beds and wait for them to come back then just apologise, say he got th wrong room and leave.
There used to be a guy who was always round about outside Boots on Market Street playing his guitar with far more enthusiasm than musical ability bless him and singing. He was a bit of an institution but not seen him for ages now.
Aberystwyth was the wierdest, so so many there though I suppose you noticed them more as it was such a small place.
There was a guy who used to used to go and fight the waves during a storm with a big cardbord tube, used to scare me silly as it was so dangerous. Not sure if it was the same guy but one used to go and do some martial art kind of stuff on the beach then "amuse himself" then fall flat on his face, get up and start again!
There was a guy who used to get into female rooms in halls of residence and sit on their beds and wait for them to come back then just apologise, say he got th wrong room and leave.
LFAO @ Buenchico's story of his father - That's brilliant.
Where I used to live there was a lady who dressed entirely in white and also powdered her face white (she was orental). She looked a bit like the 'ghosts' you see in Japanese horrors and could scare the pants off you if you caught a climpse of her when it was dark. However as far as I'm aware she's harmless... If she's still even around.
We also had the bird lady who died but i think she was in the news (she was in the local rag at any rate) as she had a nest in the back garden of her house.
I am the local weirdo where I've moved to ;0)
Where I used to live there was a lady who dressed entirely in white and also powdered her face white (she was orental). She looked a bit like the 'ghosts' you see in Japanese horrors and could scare the pants off you if you caught a climpse of her when it was dark. However as far as I'm aware she's harmless... If she's still even around.
We also had the bird lady who died but i think she was in the news (she was in the local rag at any rate) as she had a nest in the back garden of her house.
I am the local weirdo where I've moved to ;0)
In Reading we have Elvis, a really skinny man who really believes he is Elvis, he has wandered around for the past 10 years dressed as Elvis, always clutching an Elvis record or Magazine. If you ask him to sing he happily will. All the school kids take the p!ss out of him tho, it's sad as he is obviously mentally ill. However, a few years ago, the home he lives in won the lottery, instead of giving all the residents the money, they asked each one what they wanted to do, sure enough Elvis went to Gracelands.
LOL China - you weren't inspired to take your name from that ghostly white oriental face, were you....or were you she ??!!
We had Chicken George where I used to live. Short bloke, big hat - looked 70 but was prob only about 40 ! Always had a flower in his hat and danced and sang in the high street . Next thing you knew, he was effing and blinding at you for no apparent reason . Believe he is still alive and living and doing his Mr Bojangles act in Worcester High St . Dont think his language has improved much though ! (Bit like myself, really !!)
We had Chicken George where I used to live. Short bloke, big hat - looked 70 but was prob only about 40 ! Always had a flower in his hat and danced and sang in the high street . Next thing you knew, he was effing and blinding at you for no apparent reason . Believe he is still alive and living and doing his Mr Bojangles act in Worcester High St . Dont think his language has improved much though ! (Bit like myself, really !!)
Trev the Whistle - Taxi driver who carries tin whistles (about 8, varying in size) around with him and will often pull over to whistle away, normally in the middle of a fare.
Evil Edna - Childhood scary woman who, according to reliable 10 year old sources, murdered her dog and ate it. Despite the dog looking very alive and quite happy with its lot. But she always carried a bag round with her, so that made her a social outcast and deserved the demonisation. Great logic from cruel kids.
Evil Edna - Childhood scary woman who, according to reliable 10 year old sources, murdered her dog and ate it. Despite the dog looking very alive and quite happy with its lot. But she always carried a bag round with her, so that made her a social outcast and deserved the demonisation. Great logic from cruel kids.
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